Hello everydog. Look my friends Jazz and Dixie have given me a nice award. Thanks Jazz and Dixie. I know lots of you have already got it, but I would like to give it to Freda, Jackson, Marvin, Simba, Blogs from The Dogs, and the Kapp Pack. I’ve added a few pals in case some of you have already got it but I might have missed reading about it.
“This award is presented to a successful blogger, one who can “be the blog” – making it their own, staying with it, interacting with the readers, and just plain having fun.”
Hehe, I like that. I am having fun.
And on the subject of interaction, I must write about this kitty again. Do you know what my pal Rocky said? That my K9 friends will make fun of me for asking for a kitty. That’s not fair Rocky, I did say I wanted it so I could CHASE it round the flat. I don’t think I have become a kittyphile.
It can’t be for master and mistress either. They don’t want a kitty. They seem to think I am enough of a handful as it is. So in answer to Jazz and Dixie asking what master and mistress thought – well they weren’t impressed with the kitty request (although they would like the boat).
River and Jackson asked why I wanted one too. So let’s be clear on this one. I am NOT going soft on cats. Oh no. I didn’t spend months on the streets with the little terrors trying to steal my scavenged food to suddenly be pals with them. I just thought it would be fun to have one to distract me when mistress is busy typing away. We could bound all round the furniture without touching the floor – you know the game. Enough of silly old cats. Bored with them now. If Santa is still listening I think the boat might be the best bet.
Other news. Mistress is poorly. She spends half her time in bed ie even more than normal, and the rest of the time she is dripping around looking sorry for herself speaking with a wheezy voice (no she doesn’t smoke), coughing, sneezing, and generally making silly noises.
She can’t even manage to take a picture of me on the sofa. By the time she had picked up her camera I had bounded off the sofa and gone to hide. Quick as a flash me. Well, quicker than her flash.
But the good thing is that she was soooo poorly that master forbade her to go back to my finca in Spain at the weekend to feed and water the chickens and the garden. (She always leaves extra food and water for the chucks in case she can’t get back for whatever reason). He said she was too sick and she would wear herself out and not eat properly blahk blahk.
Well, I was a bit worried about this because master and I bond nicely at the weekends together. However, there were some good things came out of it. When master went to the shops I was not on my own, I had rubbish mistress with me. And because mistress was home, master didn’t bother going to see his mates. So I had all my pack around me for two whole days.
Best of all was that mistress decided she wanted pizza on Friday. So master got two pizzas, and on Saturday morning there was a whole piece for me from master’s pizza, and a share of mistress’s pizza. She ate the bits with the chillies on and gave me the rest. Normally I only get one piece, so this time I got at least one and half. And a few tasties on Friday night when they were eating theirs. That was a good result.
I have some new dog biscuits too. I like them lots. They do not have chemical preservatives which mistress says is A GOOD THING. I think they are good things too – I keep going into the room to look at my sack in the hopes someone will realise I want some more. Mistress is going to buy me some tasty snacks as well next time she orders them. I think I am getting her trained a bit better these days.